My youngest

My youngest (8 years old) loves cats, she hates getting up in the mornings, not really thrilled about going back to school.
But she has done great, making sure she gets her homework done, and staying out of trouble. So, one night, after things calmed down and kids in bed, I got on my computer and sent her a card, telling her how much I loved her (with a cat on the front) and how much I appreciate her. This is a real card, goes through the mail, life gets busy, and I forgot about sending it.

Saturday, while I was getting ready to run some errands, she comes flying in my room, biggest smile on her face, clutching her kittie card. Lots of hugs. Great way to start the day.

Beginnings--

This is my first blog. I ignored blogs for a while, not really understanding what they do. As I continued to hear more about them, and see some blogs very well done, the value of blogging is finally getting through my thick head.

I often want to wait until I have everything perfect and just right before jumping in. Decided better just to jump in and learn as I go . Since all this is new to me, (just like when a friend smells bad, you'd tactfully pass them the mouthwash or deorderant), if my site stinks, kindly pass me the cyberwash.

Heidi